#I think I can squeeze some fishies in!

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is this anything 🤔

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Can you do the lad boys comforting the reader having a panic attack? Your writing is amazing!

Comforting You During A Panic Attack- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: comfort a/n: hihi anonnie! thank you so much (∩˃o˂∩)♡ i hope you'll like this and enjoy! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

If you allow him, he will fully pick you up or help remove you from the situation or put you in a safe place like your room or a secluded area depending on where you guys are.

If you wanted space, he'll sit beside you and will let you sit or lean on him if you need him there. When you're ready, he'll hold you for as long as you want him too. One hand is stroking your hair or rubbing your back to calm you down while the other is to hold one of your hands.

He'll encourage and guide you to do some deep breathing with him. "Let's breath in slowly on the count of four and then hold for four and then exhale.."

He'll even offer some verbal support such as, "You're doing so well" "You're safe here, with me" while telling you that everything will be okay and he'll make everything okay.

Once your panic attack has passed, he'll offer you your favorite snacks while handing you some water to get your energy back up.

Zayne:

Zayne is generally aware of how panic attacks are and understands how to handle the situation. He has seen it from his studies and even in the work area.

He won't even think about touching you until you give him the okay to do so. Unless you want contact during the panic attack and have told him before hand then he'll let you squeeze his hand or his arm until your breathing becomes steady.

He'll whisper reassurance so he gives you comfort without overwhelming you. "Focus on my voice and breathe with me." He gently holds your hand as he guides it to rest against his chest to match his rhythm. "Inhale slowly....and exhale" He would instruct you while maintaining a soothing voice. As you followed his lead, he'd give you constant encouragement like "That's it, you're handling this so well."

Once you have calmed down, hell grab you some water and wait until you drink it before you attempt to talk to him. But he keeps the conversation light because he doesn't want you to overexert yourself. He'll silently take care of you the rest of the day. He'll order you your favorite food and be by your side the entire time unless you wanted space.

Rafayel:

One of the times he won't talk as much. He knows that if he talks too much it can be overstimulating or overwhelming at the moment. The most he'll talk is for reassurance like "Hey hey... I'm right here with you. You're in a safe place and we'll get you through this together."

He'll also use grounding techniques like naming five of your favorite fishies or what are four future names for your plushies to distract you from your panic.

He will only touch you to remove your hands to prevent you from hurting yourself during a panic attack but other than that he won't touch you until you give him permission to do so. So he'll sit by you until you're ready.

If you allow him to touch you, he'll guide your head toward his chest so you can follow his breathing. He'll be patient with you the entire time until you start to feel better.

When the panic passed, he'll ask if you're open to talk about it with him but if you weren't then he'll do his best to cheer you up.

Sylus:

He stays calm and centered while speaking in a soothing voice to help you feel more secure.

He'll be right beside you but he won't touch you until you let him do so. His hand would be open for you to grab when you're ready.

"It's okay love, this will pass soon. I got you, I'm right here."

When you're okay with him touching you, he'd grab your hand and pull you closer to him. "I'm going to breathe slowly, can you follow along with me?" He would ask softly. As you matched his steady breathing, he offered soft praises like, "You're doing so well."

When you're back to your steady breathing pace, he'd ask if you want some space and if you would he'd give you all the time until you were ready to talk about it or just move on from it.

If you didn't want space, he'd let you relax against him and he'd ask you a couple questions if you were okay talking about it. If you weren't then he'd find something for the both of you to do that is minimal and not so stressful.

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I HAVE A REQUEST FOR IDIA SHROUD X A SHARK READER >///<

More specifically, a reader that just has a very large shark tail that he likes to hold onto, weather it's hugging it or holding the tail tip as they walk down the halls. Idk I think it would be cute 🫶

Hook, Line and Shy Guy - Idia Shroud x Reader

Idia loves your shark tail, you think it's adorable.

i loved the idea so much <3<3

Idia clutches the end of your tail again.

You’ve told him about a thousand times that it’s fine—no, really, you don’t mind—but the way he’s gripping it like it’s his lifeline, bright red ears poking out of his hood? Yeah, that says everything.

He likes it. A lot.

Currently, the two of you are walking through the halls of NRC. Well, you’re walking. Idia? Idia’s trailing after you, both hands wrapped around the very tip of your shark tail like it’s some kind of comfort object. You flick it every once in a while just to mess with him, and he lets out these quiet little startled noises, like you’ve just pulled a rug out from under him.

“C-Can you not?” he stammers, even though he doesn’t let go.

You throw him a grin over your shoulder. “Didn’t know you were so attached, Shroud.”

He tugs the edge of his hood lower over his face, mumbling something under his breath. You don’t catch it, but you think it was something like, "I hate this place." Or maybe "I'm doomed."

Frankly, it’s adorable.

Idia holding onto your tail has become a habit. The first time it happened, you thought it was an accident—he was nervous, fidgeting with his sleeves, and when your tail flicked by, he just… grabbed it. You didn’t have the heart to pull away when he looked so relaxed for the first time that day.

And now? Now it’s a thing. Your thing.

He clings to your tail when you’re walking to class. When you're studying together in the library, he drapes it across his lap like a security blanket and pretends not to notice that his hands wander to it whenever he’s stressed. Heck, one time in the Mostro Lounge, he straight-up hugged the base of your tail to his chest like it was a giant pillow.

And, honestly? You can’t get enough of it.

“Why do you like holding it so much, anyway?” you ask, slowing your steps just a bit so he doesn’t have to rush to keep up. “Feels kinda fishy, if you ask me.”

Idia grumbles. “That’s... That’s a pun. And it’s not funny.”

You chuckle, swishing your tail to the side slightly. He stumbles, almost tripping, but still clings onto the end of it. You swear you see his hands tighten, just the smallest bit.

“It’s soft, okay?” he mutters, so quietly you almost miss it. “And… I dunno, I just... I like it. Is that a crime?”

A warmth spreads in your chest at the honesty. Idia being open is a rare thing, and you’ll take any little piece of it you can get. But you’re not letting him off the hook that easily.

“So you like soft things, huh?” you tease, glancing back at him with a grin. “You want me to just wrap you up in it one day? I could curl it around you like a big ol’ burrito—”

“Stop talking!” he hisses, his face flushing all the way to his neck. He looks like a lobster. But the way his fingers keep fiddling with your tail tip? Yeah, he’s not letting go.

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” you say, stifling a laugh. “But seriously, it’s kinda cute that you like it.”

“...I'm not cute.”

You blink. “Dude, you’re holding onto my tail like it’s a stuffed animal right now. How is that not cute?”

Idia grumbles something unintelligible, squeezing the fin of your tail in protest. He’s trying to look annoyed, but the effect is ruined when you feel him press his forehead to it, hiding his blush in your scales.

“You’re evil,” he mutters. “Pure villain energy.”

“And you love it.” You flick your tail, knocking lightly against his side. He yelps but still doesn’t let go. He never does.

The two of you continue down the hall, your tail gently swaying behind you and Idia holding the end like it’s his own personal lifeline. A couple of passing students stare, but he doesn’t even care at this point—he’s too comfortable, too content.

By the time you reach his room, he doesn’t even hesitate to pull your tail onto the couch with him, clutching it like a favorite blanket.

“Don’t make it weird,” he mumbles, tucking his hood over his head again.

You sit beside him, the warmth of his hands still lingering on your scales. And as he absentmindedly strokes the tip of your tail while zoning out in front of the TV, you can’t help but think that this might just be your new favorite thing, too.

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Wait ok hear me out. Bored preggo wife starts reading smut and finds she really enjoys a breeding kink/men getting real nasty and aggressively talking about breeding their woman. So she asks Joel to try it and when he does, she’s like grossed out “uhh… nevermind” and he’s so fuckin frustrated and blue balled 😂

Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife: Role Play Me Not

Notes: Thank you for your patience with these requests lately, this one was from March and I've been thinking about it ever since!

warnings: almost smut, lots of dirty talk and degrading language, and usual shennanigans with these two

18+ ONLY

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It’s pretty late, Joel’s body is wracked, and nothing feels better than the foam mattress bed he’s curled up on. You had a pretty good day, judging by your happy soft hums and scrolling aimlessly on your phone. Hopefully whatever nonsense thing you’re gonna purchase with his card and surprise his doorstep tomorrow morning won’t be too harrowing, but for now, he’ll live with it if it means some rest.

But your incessant giggles, matched with the way you’re shrinking under your brightly lit phone reading something so furiously just begs Joel to ask:

“What are you doin’?”

“Nothin!” You quip quickly, rotating best you can so he can’t see the obvious thing you’re hiding on your phone.

“Okay.” He tosses the cover over his shoulder and presses his head back into the pillow again to close his eyes.

Obviously not the answer you wanted, so you loudly snort with your fake ass ‘Tee Hee!’ again because this motherfucker better take the god damn hint.

He sighs. “What.”

“Hmm? Nothin!”

Joel squeezes his eyes shut, gritting his teeth. You can’t see his face from your side, but even if you could, he doesn’t think it would deter you.

You clear your throat before uttering your loudest and most obnoxious giggle.

“JUST—!” Tossing the covers down and rolling to his back, he remembers to take a breath, channeling his calm bear voice. “—just show me already. Please.” He’s exhausted, rubbing his face with both hands before holding out one palm behind him for you to place your phone.

You excitedly shove it in his grasp, and Joel rolls over to see. His eyes take a moment to adjust to the brightness, so he collects his reading-glasses from the tableside and props them upon his nose.

Its quiet for a solid minute, and your heart is racing as he stare at his broad back, the fabric of his shirt all stretched tight to accentuate that massive man of man that is your manly man—

He rolls back over with a questionable uncertainty, fear and paralysis mixed with concern and shock.

You’re giddily nodding your head, lips tucked under your teeth from the excitement. “Can we do that?”

He opens his mouth but no words come out. He doesn’t even know where to begin. 

“This is—uh. you like…this?”

“Well I don’t know, but I wanna give it a try…”

He scratches his skull with two fingers, hoping it’ll dig deep enough to itch the bad feeling he has in his brain. “I don’t know, baby, It’s a bit … much.” 

“But you call me your pretty slutty wife sometimes! It’s not much different!”

He glances back at the vivid words on the screen. It is VERY much different than that. But you put on your famous puppy pout, with those big round gleaming eyes, trembling fishy lips staring up at him, topping it off by squishing your tits together so they’re bursting out of the nightgown and smashing into his chest.

That’ll do it.

He shrugs, chucking his bifocals behind him with renewed energy arousing his body, especially down south. He gets to his knees, pulling your cover off from your lap and tracing his big hands over the soft expanse of your thigh like a new toy. you bite your lips, shouldering off your spaghetti straps so your tits are close to being popped out. He rolls the soft fabric of your gown up your growing belly and presses his lips against the swell. “Shit, that’s what I like to see. Gonna be a little fuck toy whore for Daddy to play with?”

“Ah…time out.” You hold your hands in a T formation. He stops rubbing and looks down towards your face. 

“Uh—yes?”

“I don’t like whore.”

“Ah okay—Daddy’s fuck toy?”

“Ok that’s—mmm.”

“What? No good?”

“It’s just ok. We’ll work on that. You can keep going.”

He shakes his head a little but resumes his gentle ghost of his fingers and lips, cascading lower until the scratchy prickle of his beard is at your naval. “Bred ya nice n’ good huh? Little breedin’ stock just f’me—“

“Oh hold on.”

“What.”

“Breeding ‘stock’? What am I, chicken soup?” You chuckle.

He purses his lips. “I don’t know, it was in the damn fic you made me read!”

“Okay okay, sheesh!” You toss your hands up.

“Can I please keep goin now?”

You nod, and he commences lower. 

“Body was made for breeding. Now spread those petals—“

“Oh what I’m a flower now?”

“Damnit, Baby! Am I doin this or not??” He curses. 

You go quiet and nod again, shrinking in against the headboard.

“Just about had it with ya whinin’, baby. I should tie you up like the naughty cow you are—“

“Farm metaphor again?”

“N BREED YOU—“ he seethes, gripping your thighs and hitching them around his hips so you can feel his bulge press into your core. “Breed you over and over again, like the dumb little cum dump you deserve—“

“Ugh hold up this position isn’t comfortable I need ta—“ you wiggle out of his grasp and begin trying to alleviate the pressure your baby is putting on your spine. Joel all but abandons holding your legs as he sits on his knees in front of you with his thumb and finger pressed tightly into his eye sockets. 

You wiggle and roll, unable to find a good position to sink yourself comfortably. The bed shifts with each turn, and Joel is damn near done role playing with you and about to just fuck you with your face down in the mattress whether you wanted to or not when—

“Okie! I’m ready Daddio!” You announce. 

You’re in the exact same position.

“Are we good to continue?” He asks slowly, his frustration being held at bay along with his hard cock that’s begging for some action finally.

You nod. 

He finally tugs his dick out and positions it at your entrance, spitting onto your slit. “Now shut up, take this fucking cock, and let me fuck my seed into you cuz that’s all ya good for—“

“Ya know what.” You wave your hand over this whole scene. “I’m done. This is … no. Nevermind, I’m done with this. M’ready for bed now.”

You slap his cock away like it’s a needy hand and roll to your side, slinking the cover over your shoulder again and turning off your light with a little grin. 

Joel just falls back on his haunches, his cheeks puffed red, balls swollen blue, fully awake all over, with a grumpy cat-worthy scowl etched into his face staring down at you.

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Marine Centre 9 - Merformers

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: none

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After the incident with Big Blue and Angelfish they had distanced themself slightly, more out of embarrassment over anything,  the felt bad for Big blue they had been pestering the crap out of him and he had been avoiding them due to ‘that’.

They felt stupid more than anything, it was getting close to a lot of animal's breeding season so it was only expected the oceanides would be going into season as well. They couldn't blame him for avoiding them, if the roles were reversed they would have been mortified. 

They are snapped out of their thoughts as the small group of kids walk towards the entrance of the centre. a smile crosses their lips as they see their little cousin bouncing towards them. “Hey kiddo, woah look how tall you have gotten!” They laugh while ruffling their hair. 

“Mum and Dad said you asked if I wanted to visit!, woah are those the Mermaids you work with! They are so pretty!” They exclaim in excitement as they move to rest on the jetty. The three other kids move closer to watch as well. 

"Look, it's coming over! Can it understand us?" one boy called. 

A girl squealed as Angelfish swam near, clearly awestruck. "Mum, its staring! I think it wants to say hi!" As she waves slightly at him. 

"Hello fishy! My name's Jill. What's yours?"

Angelfish chirped softly, tilting his head at the odd, high-pitched sounds. Their enthusiasm, like playful otters, was infectious. He trilled in greeting, watching with amusement as Jill gasped.

"He talked to me! Did you hear?" 

Her brother laughed. "Silly, it doesn't have a name or talk. It just makes noise like a dolphin." 

Jill pouted stubbornly as Angelfish whistled quietly, hoping she'd understand he was friendly.

They shake their head softly at the kids. "Alright everyone. These beautiful beings are Oceanides. Or as I'm sure you all call them Mermaids, merfolk." They explain to the children. "All of them here have names. This sweet boy here is Angelfish. And if you're really good some of the others might come over to say hi" they hum while motioning to Angelfish. As they sit down ushering for the kids to move closer. 

The children gasped in awe, gathering around eagerly as Quin sat with them to tell more. "Angelfish is curious about you all too," she said with a smile at the sweet oceanide. "He knows 'hi' and can understand something. Can any of you say hello to him nicely?"

 Two brave kids leaned forward, waving. "Hi Angelfish!" 

He chirped happily in response, floating closer as he twirls and shoes off in delight. "He's so cool!" exclaimed a boy. "Can he really talk?"

"Well, not quite like us," Quin explained. "But Angelfish and his pod use special whistles and clicks to communicate. They can recognize each other, share danger signals and even tell stories that way. It's amazing!"

"They sing a lot, Angelfish here loves cuddles but you have to remember they are wild creatures and not all of the mers are the same. We have a big one here who doesn't really like people. His name is The Meg but i call him Big man, but then we have Angelfish, Cherry and Babybee who do very much like people" they explain as Bluestreak presses his head into their lap.

The children listened, enthralled, "Angelfish seems to really like you," noted a boy. They smiled, stroking Angelfish’s frilled head where it rested against their leg. "I've spent time getting to know them all. Angelfish was the first to become cuddly towards me” 

Jill raised her hand eagerly. "What's Babybee like?" "Oh, he's the sweetest little thing, so curious and playful! Not much bigger than you. Just don't squeeze too tight if you're lucky enough to meet him." 

Questions kept flowing as the youngsters soaked up every detail. "Quin would you mind taking them to meet the Turtles and show them the Ray's?" They ask with a smile as they watch the group of kids. Their little cousin looked excitedly to spend time with them away from the other group.

"Of course!" Quin replied warmly. Gaining the children's attention, she spoke with kind enthusiasm. "Who would like to learn more about our shelled friends and the stingrays we have here?" 

A chorus of raised hands answered, swarming Quin as they stood. 

Quin grinned at their eager faces, leading the way. "Now everyone listen closely please no loud noises or quick moves that might startle. The sea life once we head inside"

As the other kids and their parents walk away with Quin, their little cousin stays with them, moving to sit beside them on the jetty. "Would you like to meet someone very special to me kiddo?" They ask giving their little cousin a slight nudge with their elbow. 

The kid nods eagerly, bright eyes alight with curiosity. "Yeah! Who is it?" Their feet kick softly against the worn wooden slats, "Is it one of the Mermaids? Do you think they'll let me touch their tail?" They inquire while watching the oceanides.

"I'm sure you can if they let you, but just wait" they make a loud whistle which catches the oceanides attention but it's a quick little blur of yellow and black that comes darting towards the jetty, cooing and calling. "Yes, yes hello bubba!" They laugh as the pup nearly climbs up onto them. Their cousin gasps in delight as the sunny blur of scales comes clicking and chirping over the water. "A puppy! No, a Guppy!" 

Small hands reach out eagerly to greet the bouncing bundle of yellow and black with a careful pat and giggle. Up close, its skin gleams so smooth, like the jewels piled in tidepools but alive with vibrant colours. Their wide eyes drink in every shimmering detail. The flicking fins, bright little face, bubbly noises of joy. "Omg! He's so cute. What's his name?" 

" This is BabyBee, he's the only pup we have here, remember when I had to look after a really sick baby mer, well this was him. He's rather attached to me now" they chuckle. Hoisting him closer so that their little cousin could meet him. "Say hi Baby" they coo softly to the pup. 

The kid grins wide, gently waving hello. "Hi BabyBee! I'm so glad you're all better now. Thank you for coming to visit us." They gently pat his shimmering skin, marvelling at the silken texture. But even more amazing were the strange sounds he made.

"Bubba hi! You nice," Babybee chirps back, nuzzling their palm for scritches. His caretaker hugging him sends joy bubbling up his frame. They chuckle watching their little cousins face in shock hearing bumblebee talk. "Shhh, you're the first person outside of me to hear him talk. Don't want a lot of people knowing. " they whisper. As Babybee purrs and plays with their fingers.

Quickly pressing a finger to smiling lips, they nod eagerly. "It's our secret, I promise!" they whisper back. Gently wiggling fingers to play peek-a-boo. Bee wiggles his fins and frills giggling as he plays. His joyful chirps and trills make them smile in delight over being so taken with someone to play with. 

"He's the reason I asked your mum if you wanted to come stay with me for the weekend. Once the tours over with the other people I'll take you to the beach. You can come play with him and meet the others" they explain. Their cousin's eyes light up brighter than the midday sun. "Really?! I get to come here and play with Babybee all weekend?"  

"Thank you thank you! It's the best present ever!"

"Anytime kiddo" they give a partial hug to them. "All right bubba, you gonna go back in, I'll be back later" they coo to the pup as they settle him back into the water.

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From his perch on the rocks, Megatron watches the unusual exchange with contemplative interest. He hadn't ever seen the caretaker with spawn of their own, but to see how close this small one was with them he could only suspect.

Meanwhile, chatter rises high as ever among the gathering pods. "Didja see that?" Skywarp titters eagerly. "They are introducing their own kin to Bumblebee!" 

Ever-hopeful Bluestreak chirps with joy. "Just think of all the fun those bitlits will have playing! Don't that just warm your frills, Ratch'?.  Bumblebee has a playmate now"

Ratchet hums softly, as Bumblebee trills a farewell before darting back to play, Bumblebee chirps and whistles eagerly, spiralling around the gathering pods with buoyant glee. 

"Didja hear dat, didja hear? De bitlit coming to play wif me!" His words are quick and jumbled in his delight. “I saw pup, making new friends are you” Ratchet coos while checking the bitlet 

Rodimus rumbles a muted warning to his peers. As they swam closer, frills flared showing off the colours "Easy now, don't scare our soft-skins with your antics." 

But Sideswipe whistles an impish laugh, spiralling through the water with flared colours on proud display. "Aw, come on Roddy! Let'em see what they're missing!"

Bluestreak chirps from the jetty, a webbed hand resting on their leg as he coos up at them again. He whines softly before attempting to mimic one of their words again. “Bu..bubba?” He calls out his big black and blue eyes staring up at them pleadingly. 

Ever eager to one-up his peers, Sunstreaker slowly swims his way closer. He lets out a small growl at Bluestreak only for the soft skin to growl back at him. A smug look crosses his face as he lets out a pleased rumble.

Meanwhile, Jazz and Mirage watch in amusement. “You'd think if they were that desperate they'd go looking for another walker” Mirage states and Jazz just shakes his head in amusement. “five shells Sunstreaker is the one who woos them” Jazz hums to the other. 

Arcee watches before finally deciding she was going to give It a shot. “Move out of the way Guppies” she calls, pulling herself up onto the jetty partially as she flares her frills and calls out in a little melody at the softone even as they begin to walk away. It earns a look from them and it makes her feel rather smug. 

“Eat my tail you lot” she sparks at the boys.

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Later 

Laughter echoes across the sand as Their cousin runs across the sand towards the water. giggling wildly, as they move up onto the rockpools that line the coast. 

Bee zips towards shore with gleeful whistles. Breaking the waves as a bubbly blur of yellow and black scales. "Bubba! Bubba, here! Play now, yay!" He trills, wriggling onto the rocks and into the pools to follow. 

Small hands pat his slick hide with utmost care and delight. "Hi Babybee! I'm so happy to see you again. Did you have fun while I was gone?" Together they tumble into the foamy surf that washes into the shallow area of the rock pools, the pup chattering eagerly. "Don't leave the rock pools please, you two can play in the water but don't leave my sight" they state in a stern voice.

Babybee chirps obediently, while their little cousin nods eagerly at them. "We'll be good, we promise!" they call, small hands clasped around smooth yellow-black scales. Together pup and child splash and play among the glittering tidepools teeming with hidden worlds. Shrimp dart from probing fingers, anemones bloom neon against stones. 

Babybee chatters happily, chasing crabs and crunching down on them when he catches one, holding out some to his new friend who declines the crustacean. but trading shells and stones that they find as they giggle and play together. 

They move to sit with their feet handling into the water of the pool, eyes watching them cautiously as they settle into the shallows chasing little fish and crabs. It was peaceful even as the oceanides began pulling themselves out of the water to watch in delight to see the pup having a playmate. 

The Megs massive silhouette glides unseen amidst the dark swells, scarlet gaze fixed upon the two playing in the water. Within the pools, Bee chitters happily as he snaps at darting fish, kicking up frothy swirls for his small companion to squeal and giggle over. 

They feel the large presence of Oceanide behind them, tilting their head back slightly before smiling at the large Mer. " Hey Big man, you want a cuddle?" They coo softly as he makes himself comfortable on the rocks, chin resting against his arms as he watches the two younglings play. 

He regards them as they lean against his bulk with a considering hum. His rumble carries distant notes of laughter. Gently his serrated tail curls to grant shelter from the sea breeze. Bee's little trills echo the puppy's pure joy, swimming circles around their companion. 

They go quiet for a moment as they lean against him as they watch the two. "I'm sorry I couldn't save your pup, I keep thinking back to what I could have done." They mutter softly. "It should be your pup out there playing with Bee". 

 They nearly gasp as he moves, bright scarlet eyes locked on theirs as he brings his forehead to rest against theirs. With great care he nuzzles their brow, letting a soft whine leave his throat.

They hold onto him as they both continue to watch Bee and their little cousin. The Meg remains a watchful, silent guardian. 

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When Peter gets home, you’re in another long, hot shower. With no one to witness how pathetic it looks, you’ve taken to sitting on the floor, letting the scalding water wash over your back and drip from your lashes. Your skin will be pinkish and puffy when you get out, but it won’t matter; you’ve got nothing to do other than wrap yourself in blankets and sit on the bed for the rest of the night. 

When Peter’s voice comes, it sounds muffled, faraway, but you snap to attention nonetheless.

“Sweetheart?” A faint knocking. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah,” you say without hesitation, scrambling up and shutting off the water. 

“Shit, it’s steamy in here,” he says as the door opens. “Want me to pass you a towel?”

“That’s alright.” You grab the towel you’ve hung by the shower, hastily scrubbing yourself dry and wrapping it around you. 

Peter’s hands are on either side of the face the second you turn around, pushing your wet hair out of the way so he can kiss you properly. It’s a sweet, brief thing, and your chest aches slightly when he pulls back. 

“Ouch, babe.” His hands feel cool as they move down to your shoulders. You shiver pleasantly. “Your skin’s burning hot. How long were you in there?”

You really should get another towel to stop your hair from dripping all over the floor, but you can’t stand to move away from Peter’s touch. “I was bored,” you reply, “and the hot water is nice.” 

“Seems like it was more than just hot,” he murmurs, grabbing the other towel as if he’s heard your thought and beginning to squeeze the moisture from your hair. “Sorry I was gone so long. I never know how these things are gonna go, you know?” 

“I know.” Peter had been attending a weekend conference on some scientist’s new research at a university in Chicago. He was supposed to be back days ago, but apparently he saw some fishy things while he was there that Spiderman felt an obligation to investigate. “Did you find the mutants?”

Peter shrugs, taking you by the shoulders to walk you into the bedroom. The air feels shockingly cold outside of the bathroom, but the warmth of his touch is enough to keep you from minding. “Sorta. It was a group of guys pretending to be mutants. Projectors and stuff combined with actual explosives to make it look like superpowered attacks.” He sits you down and begins digging through drawers, tossing you a pair of sweatpants and one of his shirts. “It was super sophisticated, had to take a ton of planning. Honestly, if they weren’t, like, bad guys, I would’ve been really impressed.” 

You shrug the shirt on. “Sounds like you were impressed anyway, honey.” 

“Well.” Peter makes a sheepish face. “Just because they’re assholes doesn’t mean they’re not smart assholes, right?” 

“Right.” You say, standing to get the sweatpants on. You don’t know where to go from here, feeling oddly hollow but with no good reason. Peter’s here; your loneliness should be vanquished. You hold your elbows awkwardly. “So, how was the conference?”

“Baby.” Peter sounds almost disappointed, and hurt hooks its claws in your gut before you can even figure what you’ve done. “Why’re you all the way over there, huh? You haven’t even asked for a hug yet. Is something wrong?”

You hadn’t realized you were so predictable, but it is a bit odd for you not to tackle him the second he comes through the door. “I don’t think so,” you say, and Peter’s brows twitch together at your uncertain tone. “I just really missed you, Pete.” 

He makes a pained, sympathetic sound, opening his arms and stepping toward you. “C’mere, sweetheart.” 

And apparently that’s the permission your body was looking for. You meet him in the middle, his arms coming up slow and firm around your shoulder blades. Your chest aches again, but this time it’s almost pleasant, though you feel suddenly like you could cry. Peter seems to know, one arm tightening across both your shoulders while the other hand begins stroking up and down your back. 

“Did you have a bad week?” he asks softly, breath tickling your ear. 

“No,” you reply honestly. “I think…I think I just needed this.” 

Peter gives you a squeeze in response, and you tighten your grip too. 

“Let’s just do this forever,” you say, only half joking. “Think you could come to work with me tomorrow to hold my hand all day?”

Peter doesn’t seem willing to roll with your lightness. “Nobody else hugs you when I’m not around, do they?” he asks, and when you don’t respond, he pulls back slightly, taking your face in his hand. “Do they, sweetheart?”

“No,” you say, and you’re not sure why it feels like an admittance. You’re not touchy with your friends, and your coworkers aren’t close like that. When else would you have the opportunity for hugs? 

“No wonder you get so lonely when I’m gone.” Peter’s voice is fraught with tenderness, and he pulls you close again, petting your damp hair. “I’ll hold you as long as you like, babe, but after that, we should look into getting you a cat or something.” 

“A cat?” You twitch in his hold, perking up hopefully. “I thought your landlord didn’t let you have pets.” 

“He doesn’t, but he also doesn’t have to know,” he says easily. “If it’ll keep you from getting sad like this while I’m away, a cat is a small price to pay. Gotta keep my girl happy, you know?”

“I think,” you counter, “that we should get a cat and you should never leave again.” 

Peter chuckles, kissing the top of your head lightly. “Deal.”

[everybodyshusband]

kinktober ; day one, cuckolding ❤︎ rain/swiss/dew

contains: safeword use, they're all trans :3

approx. 890 words. ghostober prompt list compiled by @kroas-adtam and divider/banner by @wrathofrats!!

“...Rain, are you okay?” Swiss’ voice is soft, worried and the shift in Dew’s grip on him from harsh to gentle mimics its tone.

“I–” Rain’s head is spinning slightly. He doesn’t know what’s going on or where these feelings have come from. When they started—when Dew had (literally) dragged him away from his duties to kiss him against the door of his room, letting him up for breath only when Swiss had come knocking, asking to join—he’d felt fine, great, even. He’d been more than eager for Swiss and Dew to tear him apart until he was crying out, screaming and begging for more. They haven’t even gotten up to that part yet.

He’s propped up in between the two ghouls, Swiss behind him, arms wrapped around his waist in a way that five minutes earlier felt delicious. Now it’s just suffocating him. Dew is in front of him, almost hovering over him, holding himself up with one arm, the other hand on his strap, poised to press it inside of the water ghoul.

“I–” He repeats. “Y– Yellow, please,” he stutters out, squeezing his eyes shut as he forces the words out of his mouth.

Immediately, Dew draws back, keeps his hands to himself. Swiss does the same, slipping out from behind Rain to sit beside him, reaching out to offer his hand to hold. Rain grabs a hold of it immediately, grateful for the tether to reality, and holds his other hand out to Dewdrop, trilling happily when the fire ghoul takes it.

“What’s going on, Rainy?” Dew asks, voice just as soft as Swiss’ was.

“I– I’m not really sure,” Rain admits, averting his eyes from both the ghouls in front of him, embarrassed. Swiss squeezes his hand gently, encouraging him to keep speaking. “I was fine earlier but now…” He takes a deep breath, steeling himself as he looks up, nervous as to how Swiss and Dew will react even though he knows it’ll be okay. “I don’t want to be a part of the scene today.”

Dew nods and rubs his warm hand over Rain’s bare knee comfortingly. “What do you want to do instead, tadpole?”

“Yeah,” Swiss chimes in. “We can put on your favourite documentary if you want. Steal an unholy amount of snacks from Mount and Cir’s not-so-secret stash?”

Rain hesitates. As nice as that sounds, something feels… off. He hadn’t envisioned the scene stopping by any means, just that it would continue without him.

Dew must pick up on his hesitation, because almost immediately, he’s offering up another suggestion. “Or if it’d make you more comfortable, we could all go down to the lake and relax together that way? Or we could leave you alone for a while to let you calm down, but honestly I’m not super jazzed about that optio–”

“Let him breathe, Dew,” Swiss cuts him off, a teasing grin on his face. “The ghoul needs some space to think.”

“I… I want to watch,” he murmurs quietly.

“Watch what?” Dew asks. “The documentary?”

“No, I want to watch you,” he says, more firmly this time. “I wanna watch you two… y’know… keep going with what we were doing.”

Dew’s jaw drops, pupils blown, and Swiss’ face splits into a grin.

“Only if that’s okay obviously!” Rain rushes to clarify. “We can stop completely if you don’t want to do that.”

Swiss shakes his head, still grinning. His gaze is almost predatory but now it’s no longer directed at him, Rain no longer feels unsettled by it. “Nuh uh, fishy.  We want.”

He glances over at Dew to confirm who’s nodding very enthusiastically. “We want,” he echoes, already leaning over into Swiss’ personal space, lips chasing the multi ghoul’s for a kiss.

He whines when Swiss stops him with a simple finger to the lips. “Not yet, spitfire. Let Rainy get sorted first.” He leans forward, whispering in Dew’s ear just loud enough for Rain to overhear him when he says “Wouldn’t want to have an unsatisfied audience, would we?”

The fire ghoul shivers, a moan spilling involuntarily from his lips, head shaking as if on autopilot, like it’s natural instinct to follow Swiss’ lead.

Rain chuckles softly. “Cute,” he comments as he climbs off the bed, much to Dew’s chagrin. He makes his way over to the other side of Dew’s room, grateful that for once, the fire ghoul’s designated ‘clothes chair’ is almost free of any offending garments. As it is, the only thing left on the chair is a hoodie that Rain is almost certain has been stolen from Cirrus. Ah well, it’ll keep him warmer than nothing if he’s not moving around, he supposes. He shrugs and pulls it on and settles himself on the chair—laughing again as Swiss teases Dew about being so considerate and clearing the cuck chair of clothes before their scene today— leaning back and nodding at Swiss to let the multi ghoul know that he’s ready whenever he and Dewdrop are.

Swiss flashes his teeth at Rain, grin wide and dangerous. A shiver of anticipation rolls down Rain’s spine. The multi ghoul turns to Dew, whispering something in his ear that makes his eyes roll back in his head and Rain can’t help but shove a hand between his legs to relieve some of the ache. This is going to be fun.

[writingforatwistedworld]

The order fits into self aware au. How would Malleus, Jade and Leona react to an extremely caring reader?

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, violence, murder, injuries, family problems, unhealthy relationship

Leona Kingscholar/Jade Leech/Malleus Draconia-Player is extremely caring

Let's be honest, Leona is a sucker for attention even if he doesn't show it

I mean, house cat over there was deprived of affection throughout his entire childhood so what did you expect? A healthy headspace? Haha no

So when he was sitting there, daring at the student who just stepped on his tail when he felt it for the first time

And at first it was not a great sensation

He always felt someone looking at him, watching him, him never being able to escape...

But after he also watched the black haired annoyance he soon understood what was going on... or at least he thought he did

Malleus and his little fanclu-I mean his “friends” were known for having a rather “interesting” interest in the Overseer and since that started they were saying that they were watching them

Ok so he has his own little pair of eyes staring at him no. Great great. No way he likes tho-WHY IS HE PURRING??!

Now that things have been going like that for a longer while he does notice though that you treat him different than others

Whilst you would be like “may, I can wait with your spell material” you are with him “OUT OF THE WAY! I NEED TO TAKE CARE OF MY CAT!!!”

Whilst everyone is just trying to get a tiny bit of that attention and care he is just like “I have no idea what I did but I like it”

But I think I mentioned him being starved as a kid of attention and care from his family and his general surroundings, right?

Well it's going to show right here, right now

Whilst he basis in what you give him like sunbathing he is more or less just terrorizing others

If someone dares to try to get close to him so that they might get some of his cake he will create a new sand pit

Even though his family doesn't know Leona is aware that they would be at least thankful that his magic doesn't leave any trace to follow at the scene of the crime

Just keep that attention up! Otherwise he might just snap and make short process with everyone

Confusion. Just confusion (at first at least)

Here he is, hat stand extravagance, witnessing how an all-knowing entity starting down on them is especially caring towards him

I mean, it all started on the day that exchange student ran after their friends after they got entangled in a contract with Azul

At first he thought you hated him

You were known as someone who was for fair contracts

And danger noodle over here knows that Azul plays dirty

Like “dumping mineral oil into the sea” kind of dirty

Why else were you always sending him out there to “squeeze the fishies” (-Floyd Leech, the not-so-extravagant hat stand)?

Why else were you always staring at him when he was talking to Yuu?

You gushing about him and how much you liked and wanted to take care of him didn't even cross his mind

Well, until the team was defeated for the first time

Oh boy, you were angry

But you were even more concerned about him

S-so you were just caring for him? Ha...Haha... HAHAHA- (Don't forget to breathe, Jade)

Is he overjoyed about that? Yes

Does he play dirty to keep that care to himself? Absolutely

The next time you see an NPC they might be a bit silent and avoid you

Jade is good at collecting dirt on people, you know?

Aww how cute! We like the lighter!

Jokes aside, Malleus knew immediately that you were there even though he wasn't present in the prologue ceremony

So when Lilia came home that night he just bursted through the front door, doorknob in hand, yelling words about the Overseer

The general had to calm down so that the "young" fae could finally understand what the was saying

Ah, so you were here... WAIT WHAT??!

But then... *sad dragon fae noises*

Why? Well he thought he was either so boring that you left him alone or that you avoided him because you disliked him

I mean, imagine, the one being you always looked up to, thinking they understood you to some degree, is now staying far away from you

But then why were you always heading into battle with him? And why were you so angry the first time he had an elemental disadvantage?

When you finally had enough material you shoved that straight down his throat, saying something about “can't let him get hurt” and “not this pretty nifty little thing!”

So... you liked him? Why were you avoiding him then? ... You know what? He won't ask

That doesn't mean it's good for his ego though

Whenever he sees the house cat in the garden he just has that expression that literally screams smugness

But if someone dares to say that you don't care for him?

Roasted chicken my friend. Roasted chicken

His letters to his granny are now always filled with “how kind and caring the Overseer is” and “if there is a spell to get you here”

... You know what is waiting for you, right?

[lunawagner]

In the Name of Love - 2/2

warnings: female mc, self-hatred, mentions of toxic relationships, sex-aversion, trauma talk, oversharing, validation from Rafayel for all who need to hear it

part 1

"Are you awake?"

You rubbed your swollen eyes and nodded.

'I am sorry."

"Why do you apologize? Probably there are some tears and snot on my shirt and bed but I think they can bring innovation to fabric painting if we give them a chance."

"Rafayel!"

You kicked his legs as he laughed along with a fake pain.

"Miss bodyguard, is it really okay to kick your weak and fragile employer like this?"

"I didn't kick my employer, I kicked my cheeky boyfriend."

"Who told you cheeky boyfriends should be kicked?"

Rafayel pulled you into his embrace again. Even though you feigned cold you couldn't refuse the warm hug.

"Then what should I do with this fish?"

"Hmm… You may as well just give hugs and kisses. "

Seeing his shining eyes, your face betrayed a smile. You leaned on and kissed him shortly before hugging him back.

"Thank you."

"Always."

"Would you like to talk about it?"

"…"

You were afraid. It was a delicate subject you'd never shared with anyone before.

"Or I can prepare a feast in the honor of Miss Hunter who always protects the citizens of Linkon bravely"

Rafayel attempted to stand up but you stopped him.

"I… I want to talk with you. But… You might need to deal with more tears and snot during the process."

"Give me a second."

Rafayel left the room shortly and came back with tissues and ice cream. After giving them to you he prepped you up and pulled you to his lap

"I guess we are ready."

"Yeah."

You took a spoon from the ice cream. It was sweet and delicious.

"I… always had some problems with sex. Like everybody was sleeping with their partners or joking about it with friends. But…"

You felt tears welling up again in your eyes.

"But I did not like it."

As your voice trembled you tried to keep it up by eating more ice cream.

"I guessed that something was wrong with me and I didn't my friends and boyfriend to hate me."

"So I always laughed with my friends when they made jokes or touched my…chest and hips. It shouldn't be a matter since we are of the same gender."

Your tears dropped in the ice cream box. You scooped that part with your spoon but Rafayel catched your hand and carried the spoon to his mouth.

You did not dare to look at his face so you kept your eyes down.

"And when that guy asked me out, they all said I can't find a hotter guy so I should give it a try."

"I sensed that something was off, he was so touchy and demanding. But my friends said it is only normal since he likes me."

"So I started to date him, I did everything as he would be pleased. But all in all, he was only seeing me as a… as a fuckable piece of meat…'

You couldn't breathe and heavy sobs finally took control of you.

"I hated his gaze, I hated every inch of my body, I hated my own gaze!"

Your body was shaking fiercely.

"But, but I didn't know, I didn't know what to do. He called me his Venus, his honey fountain and I needed to be a "woman", accept and enjoy his…his…"

"Sssshh, I got it."

You closed your hands on your mouth to s your cries.

"I am sorry, I am so sorry!"

Pouring all your pain like that wasn't fair to Rafayel. You knew it, but you couldn't stop it. You never were able to stop anything.

It took quite a while until your sobs and shaking calm down, still Rafayel continued to hold you in his arms all this time.

"Sometimes I want to die and become a flower. I don't want to see any more meat or strange fluids." You murmured in a tired voice.

"But if we don't have meaty fluffy bodies, how am I supposed to hug you like this?"

He nuzzled his cheek against your cheek then placed a kiss there.

"How I am gonna feel your heartbeat and warmth. How am gonna give you fishy kisses"

He puckered his lips like the times you squeeze his cheeks. You sniffed and kissed him before wrapping your arms around his neck.

"It is not your fault, nothing is wrong with you."

Rafayel spoke in a serious voice. Burying your face to his neck, you listened to him like a little child.

"Your life, your body, your heart. All only belongs to you. Nobody has the right to force anything on you. Nobody is more important than you. "

"If you don't like something, don't want something, then others shall respect it or get lost and spread their viles somewhere far from you."

You nodded.

"What I feel in love is hidden in your eyes, your laugh, your tears. I have never deemed you as a mere body nor will I in the future. I am the last person who would hurt you, and devalue you. You are my little treasure."

You were about to cry again.

[lazyjellyfish300]

Hi Jelly! I would love some more of your exquisite Shiu fluff, please 😌 So my request is for Shiu with prompt number 3. rainy day. (I still think about Stella and her droopy ears watching the fishies 🥹)

hello my love!! You're the best 💕💕😭😭 leave it to me to leave things til the last minute 💀💀😭😭 I'm so sorry! Lol. More Shiu is on the way, don't worry ;)

My Fall masterlist 🍂

CW: xFEM!READER, fluff, smoking obv

Words: 473

"BRRRRBBBBHHH!" You blew your lips together as you crossed over the threshold of your home. The comparatively warmer temperature was a welcome respite from the rain drenched world you just came out of as it hit your soaked skin. You shrugged off your jacket and boots, your equally soaked husband right behind you puffing out the last exhale of his cigarette before he extinguished it on the ashtray that sat by the garage door.

Stella waddled in last, shaking off the raindrops that clung to her mocha spotted fur. Loose skin flapping in the wind before she let out the yawn of a lifetime and the tiny pat pats of her feet disappeared down the hall to find her rightful throne among the fish in Shiu's study.

"Sorry we got rained out at the apple orchard, dollface." Shiu gives your bum a playful squeeze as he breezes by you in the kitchen, running a hand through his rain slicked hair. "I've never seen you get so competitive over apples."

"Well they're not just any old apples, they're honey crisp." You clarify with a smile, putting your frozen fingers in Shiu's while he attempted to warm them up with endearing breaths as he held them to his mouth and rubbed them quickly.

"These babies go for like $7 a pound at the grocery store. No way Halloween Holly was gonna get away with the last of them. Not when this is the first and only day off me and my husband have had together in weeks."

"Oh, certainly not Halloween Holly." Shiu winked. "I like this fiery side of you, sweetheart." He leaned on his elbows as he watched you dump this afternoon's harvest haul, several red shiny juicy looking apples with patches of yellow rolling onto the sleek marble countertop.

"How can I be of assistance, dollface? Just say the word."

"Hmmm, first, coffee. Would you get me a cup, my love?"

"But of course, angel." He smiled at you as he crossed over to your fancy coffee press, preparing two mugs of the rich brew. As the water began to bubble, he crossed into the living room, playing some laid back r&b on the vinyl, along with lighting up your favorite candles that made the whole house smell like melted caramel. He could hear Stella's unemployed little snores gently echo off the hallways.

As he looked at you, the love of his life, apple of his eye baking apple pie in the kitchen, with the low hum of the torrent of raindrops outside, and the cozy feeling of his beautiful home slowly warmed him from the inside out, he couldn't help the ache in his chest at realization of the piece of heaven he had carved out for you both.

"Something wrong, darling?"

He can just smile, "None at all, Mrs. Kong. I'm the luckiest man in the world."

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Past Records: Ellis & Jude Chapter 1

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to reblog, but please do NOT post my translations elsewhere.

Translation notes are marked with ***

We met four years before we entered Crown, I believe.***

The night I drifted into the town of London, I passed by a bridge looking for a place to stay and saw a man looking up at the moon.

I looked at his empty-looking profile and thought he was going to fall straight into the river when he finished his cigarette.

So I just had to ask the question.

Ellis: Are you happy?

Jude: What's the point if I'm happy or not?

Ellis: I'll make the happiest moment of you're life....last forever.

Jude: Ha. What is that? Are you crazy?

Jude: The happiest I've ever been in my life. Maybe-

Victor: Working again? I heard about it beforehand, but you are very busy.

It's early morning at Crown Castle. Victor comes into the dining room for breakfast.

He called out to them in passing as they were about to go out after finishing their meal, which was already too early.

Ellis: Sorry, Victor. We'll be back tonight, so we'll talk about the mission then.

Victor: Oh, how industrious! It's totally okay!

Jude: Shut up. You don't have to apologize every time you deal with a freak.

Victor: Jude is so harsh. I love that about you, though. (SO DO WE!)

Jude: Disgusting.

Ellis: We're off.

The two left the castle with opposite expressions on their face.

Liam: I'm impressed that you don't get down at that rate every day, Victor.

Victor: Well, I'm the one who recruited those two.

Liam: I joined Crown on the condition that I could keep my current job, but those two guys seem busier than I am.

Liam: I wonder if they have time to do their duties for Crown?

It's been a few days since Ellis and Jude joined the team, and they haven't even had their first mission yet.

William: Well, it doesn't matter when their first mission is.

Harrison: Hey, can we really trust those guys?

William: Why do you say that?

Harrison: It's said he's a trader, but I've heard some fishy rumors. I hear he has a lot of enemies here and there.

Liam: Oh, I've heard that too. It's even talked about mong the fellow actors from time to time.

Liam: Some aristocrat got ripped off and had all his money squeezed out of him.

Harrison: I don't care if he's just a crooked merchant. If he's a spy, I can't just sit idly by.

Victor: You can't trust them?

Harrison: You're a random weirdo, but I know you have a good eye for people. It's just....

Victor: !Did you hear that, William?! Did you hear what Harry just said about me?! (My guy is an excited chihuahua LOL.)

William: Oh, I heard. There's more to come.

Victor: Yes, you may continue!

Harrison:.....you're a real pain in the ass.

Harrison: It's just that his background is too shady to be trusted beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Harrison: I don't think we should let those two act individually too much, do you?

Victor: Hmmm, well I don't want to restrict....their freedom too much.

William: Why don't you just make sure? Whether you can trust them or not?

Victor: Make sure....I like that!

Liam: Haha, looks like something's about to start, doesn't it?

Harrison: I have a bad feeling about this.....

Victor: So, all of Crown is together! We are going to observe Jude and Ellis' way of life!

Liam: Oh! *Claps*

Alfons: Is this another one of Victor's dimwitted projects? It's the best.

Victor: I want everyone to observe the two of them and report back to me.

Victor: The theme is: Are those two worthy of Crown?

Harrison: Damn...I shouldn't have said anything. I'm too busy for this.

Elbert: What are you busy with...?

Alfons: As I recall, you were in the middle of a reviewing job with no time to meet the deadline, and the first draft had not been submitted by the writer.

Alfons: It's as he said, “I'm going to have to stay up all night just before the deadline.”

Liam: Well, wouldn't it be nice if Harry acted as the command center?

Liam: The investigation will be shared among the members other than Harry!

Alfons: A stealth mission, sounds like fun.

Elbert: I don't mind.

Roger: Well, that's good, isn't it?

Harrison: By the way, what's your reason for not doing it?

William: I don't think we'll get that far.

Harrison: ...right?

Victor: Then let the investigation begin!

***Note: I just wanted to affirm that Ellis mentions it had been four years since he met Jude prior to joining Crown. This is not a mistranslation.

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[moraysoiree]

homesick

Just my idea of what it feels like to be far away from home.

characters: Floyd Leech x gn!reader (platonic, could be read as romantic), mentions of Jade and Azul word count: 1134

Ramshackle dorm prefect’s life was in no sense easy. Sitting through classes and thinking how you can’t even put all this knowledge to good use because of your ‘magiclessness’ was, for lack of a better term, pure torture. Thank god the classes ended, finally granting you some freedom to wander off in hopes to lift your spirits by hanging out with one of the strange people that were in abundance here.

To your glee, on the way to the first floor you noticed a familiar figure on a terrace just a flight of stairs below: one of the eel guys was standing there, leaning against the guardrail with slumped shoulders. Given the idleness, figuring his current mood was no big feat. The chance was worth taking, though.

‘FLOOOOYD!!’ you started skipping down excitedly, not even bothering to get to the floor and jumping off the middle right onto the unsuspecting victim. ‘Shrimpie!’ wide-eyed, Floyd still managed to catch the falling anvil and laughed, spinning from the momentum. ‘Ye gonna kill us one day,’ he grumbled. ‘I wish I could kill you that easily,’ you pinched his cheeks, causing the displeased eel to click his teeth in a mock threat. ‘A point. You little fishies, on the other hand…’ he trailed off. Both went on to lean onto the banisters, laziness afloat in the sunny spring air. The mood wasn’t as bad as expected. Or, rather, improved rapidly, for that matter. ‘Sup with the classes,’ you tugged on the lilac ribbon hanging from his forearm. ‘Skipping, huh? What would Azul say?!’ you covered your mouth, appearing to be scandalized. Theatrical jests usually amused him, but not today for some reason. Or was it Azul’s name that got on his nerves? Either way, Floyd wasn’t really in the mood for talking, so the clue was taken and both stared off into the distance silently. And was there a lot to stare at, as college’s balconies had the best view onto the sharp cliffs, mercilessly slicing the rumbling waves into white foam.

Something occurred to you, and you asked, fidgeting with the very same ribbon still: ‘Say, don’t you ever get homesick?’. Floyd tore his eyes off the sea and gave you a thoughtful glance, ‘Mm-hhm… not really. There are a lot of things on land. I think Jade got it worse’. ‘Jade?! How come?’ It was hard to believe that Jade, who navigated human society better than the majority of humans, was, in fact, facing some trouble adapting. ‘S’ not like he doesn’t love it here, too, I mean. But y’know how he goes to wander by himself and chew on his plants or whareva-you-call-it. That’s different from me. Gets melancholic ‘nd all.’ Floyd sighed and stretched, crossing arms behind his head. ‘And you don’t? Like ever’. ‘Don’t think so? Lotta interesting things just keep happening around. This school is kinda special tho. Many fishies to squeeze, and jumping right into my jaws, too,’ he shut his eyes in delight, but his general expression shifted into something more sinister, something ascending from the murky depths, prowling and lurking. ‘Kinda like home. Ya kno’ it’s crazy down there. You can never stop or rest. Unless you wanna be eaten, ‘course. Same here,’ he waved at the Night Raven College’s walls. ‘So your bloodlust is what keeps you going? Should’ve known better,’ you scoffed, and Floyd rolled his eyes. ‘Mean! I like many of your things, like clothes, and phones, and the strange food you have. S’ not like I only care about beatin’ up some krill,’ you eyed his messy uniform doubtfully and pondered whether the eel really liked clothes as much as he claimed to.

‘But you’re like Jade, aren’t you, little Shrimp?’ Floyd snapped you from your thoughts forcefully, and you noticed he was staring at you sharply. ‘You get those sour moods and sigh a lot’. Look who’s talking about moods!? But he was right, although it came as a surprise that such things didn’t escape him. He’d always seemed too caught up in his own emotions. Or was it precisely because of it that Floyd had noticed the way his friend was a bit too quiet on one day and a tad too distant on the other... ‘I love you all, but I didn’t really choose to be here, and I don’t even know if there’s a way to go back. Even if there is, will I survive with people overblotting left and right and making it everyone’s problem?!’ Floyd laughed. ‘Nothing to laugh about in my life’, you sighed. ‘You would be shocked how hard it is to live without the little things, like my favourite songs, or the trinkets I’d collected, or the bakeries I’d always visited’. He was listening silently, letting you get it all off your chest. ‘I had friends back home, too. Will I ever see them again? Do they miss me, I wonder.. Maybe I died in my world and got isekai’d here so there’s not really a place for me to return to at all?!’ Floyd scrunched his face up at your outburst. ‘Now you sound just like Firefly Squid.’ Then, however, his expression became serious. ‘You know, Shrimpie. There are a lot of things in this world that are out of our control. You can have a down-to-the-minute detailed plan, covering the next forty years, but what use will it be if a shark gobbles you up tomorrow? You should value the ‘now’, or ya risking to miss all the fun n’ regret it later,’ his hand ruffled your hair. ‘I get that it ain’t easy for ya to be all gung-ho about it all the time, but that kind of thinking is just a waste. Say what, how ‘bout we go make Crowley get his game up with your homeworld instead? I can squeeze him real tight if ya wanna.’ You thought about it for a solid moment, seriously considering the offer. ‘I’m good. Spare the unfortunate soul, he’s got his plate served to him from people throwing hands last week’. ‘And who’s to thank for that ya think?’ Oh. Of course. ‘What a spectacular friend I have, rushing to avenge me before I even ask!’ The phrase might have been a joke, but you put your genuine gratitude for the so much needed reassurance into it. To that display of emotions, Floyd’s eyes glinted mischievously. ‘So you saying you owe me one?’ You regretted your choice of words instantly. ‘Come ooon, ain’t gonna eat ya, Shrimpie. Not yet, anyway. Speaking of food… What a rad way to repay me, huh?’ ‘Mostro Lounge?’ Floyd groaned. ‘Heell naaah if I see Azul today I’ll punch smn. Hard.’ So it WAS about Azul, in the end. ‘Canteen it is then. Takoyaki?’ ‘Ya know me best, Shrimpie.’

[sheeple]

Miracles don't exist | 9: Something fishy

Genre(s): Riddle!reader / Slytherin!reader / kinda slowburn / little happy moments Fandom(s): Harry Potter Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x Reader / Harry Potter x Riddle!reader Summary: Being the Dark Lord's daughter and raised under the strict supervision of the Malfoy's is no easy life. Especially if you start crushing on your father's arch-nemesis, Harry Potter. And that while being engaged to one of his follower’s sons. Warning(s): None this chapter A/n: Did I use dialogue of Catching fire. Maybe. But that scene is so damn cute and I love it how Peeta looks at Katniss. Ugh [Masterlist] [Mini masterlist] [Playlist]

The days grow slowly less cold but wetter when the second task approaches in February. It's been weirdly quiet. No letters from your aunt or uncle and no letters from your father. You're very relieved that he hasn't written to you in such a long time. That means he is too weak, he's too occupied with something evil and nefarious, or he's dead. You highly doubt the last option.

You walk with your cousin and his friends to the dock so you can take a boat to one of the three platforms. You see Harry walk not much further from you next to Neville and you speed up, catching up.

"Hey", you say, making both boys turn towards you, "Good luck with your task. Please be safe, yeah?"

Harry nods shakingly, obviously anxious about what's to come. You reach out for his hand and give it a squeeze. "You can do this. I believe in you." You give him a small smile, hoping it gives him some sort of comfort.

"Where are Hermione and Ron, by the way?" You look around but don't spot the redhead and the brunette that's usually not far away.

"I don't know", he mumbles. "They've been gone since yesterday. McGonagall asked to talk to them and since then they haven't returned."

You frown. It's not like them to just disappear. "I'm sure it's nothing. Maybe they are a part of the task?"

Harry looks solemn towards the water. "I rather hope not."

Arriving at the boats, a hand on your waist steadies you as you step into the wooden boat. You look up and see Theodore glaring at Harry, who looks too anxious and concerned with the second task that is minutes away from happening to even bother.

The other Slytherins fill the remaining seats in the boat and you wave goodbye to Harry.

Nobody says anything but you feel the glares from around you. "What?", you snap.

"Seriously, Potter?", sneers Draco, his bottom lip curled up. "You know what I have said about fraternizing with the enemy."

You sigh, massaging your temples. "For Merlin's sake, Draco! The boy is terrified! Who knows what he is going to encounter down there. If it were you, you would already be screaming and crying to your father to put an end to the tournament."

Draco's jaw ticks but it seems to shut him up effectively. 

The boats stop at the raised platforms and you immediately get out, not accepting the outstretched hand of Theodore. Seeing your opportunity to get away, you climb the first set of iron steps to get to the top deck. There you have a nice overview of the water and the surrounding landscape.

Your head rests on your hand as you lean against the railing, waiting for the contestants to get ready to dive in the water when Theodore slides into the empty space next to you. "I've been thinking─"

"Congrats on using your brain, Theo. You didn't strain it?"

Theodore stops and looks at you with raised eyebrows. Quite perplexed.

You bite your bottom lip. You've grown too comfortable too quick at the idea of Theodore being your friend and you've overstepped boundaries. "Sorry. I've never been really good at being friends."

He smiles, obviously enjoying your little quip. "For starters, it helps when you know the person. I hardly know anything about you except that you love muggle books and that you have the most amazing smile, even though you rarely show the real thing."

The comment about your smile makes your cheeks heat up but you decided to push it down. "That about sums me up."

"There is more than that, you just don't want to tell me."

"It's like I said─"

At that moment Professor Dumbledore starts his speech to explain what the second task contains and with the sound of a cannon firing, the contestants jump into the water. Harry follows after them a couple of beats later.

Theodore leans close to you and says, "Listen, Black, how the whole friend thing works is that you have to tell each other the deep stuff."

"The deep stuff?", you whisper back, your eyes focused on the murky water.

"Like...", he glances up at the sky, "what is your favourite colour?"

Turning towards him, a smile adorning your face. "Now you've stepped over the line."

The both of you laugh. You slap a hand over your mouth and hit Theodore in an attempt to quiet him down before it attacks the attention of the people around you. 

Still smiling, Theodore props his head on his fist and says, "seriously though, what is it?"

You think for a moment. What is your favourite colour? Most of the clothing that you own is black and dark green, but that's more to blend in with the rest of your family and the Slytherin students. Your room back home is also mostly black. The only colour you can think of is-

"Pink", you decide.

It makes Theo's eyebrows raise in surprise. "Pink?" He looks perplexed. He for sure expected you to say some variating of green or something.

"Pink", you confirm. "But not old pink. More like… a tulip pink."

Theodore hums, a large smile forming on his face. "Tulip pink?"

He bursts out laughing and you push his shoulder smiling. "It's a nice colour! What is yours anyways?"

He doesn't hesitate for a moment. "Green."

"And you're critiquing my colour of choice?"

Theodore bumps against you with his shoulder. "Shut up. The Whomping Willow leaves colour nicely in spring."

One corner of your mouth twitches up and you snicker. "Whomping Willow leaves?"

The comment earns you a look from the brown-haired boy.

The first to get up to the surface is Fleur ─ who didn't finish her task ─ next is Krum, followed by Cedic. At the last minute, Harry shoots up out of the lake and lands on the platform. The crowd goes wild and you jump up and down, happy that Harry is safe and well.

The task ends with Victor getting the most points and Fleur the least, but the winners are Harry and Cedic.

There is this restlessness in your body, going down all the way to your core. You've been tossing and turning for hours and flipped your pillow over too many times. With a huff, you sit up and decide that you are not going to do this any longer.

You swing your legs off your bed and scramble ─ as quietly as you can as not to disturb the peace of your sleeping roommates ─ for your sneakers and make your way out of the Slytherin common room.

It's quiet when you roam the halls. Of course, it is, it's after curfew after all.

Something in you tells you that something is coming. It festers deep within your soul, twirling and whizzing around. It makes you anxious.

Hearing steps coming from the hallway adjacent to yours, you swiftly hide in an alcove. You suck in your breath in the hope to appear as a shadow. You release it once you see it's Harry that's passing by.

"Harry!", you whisper, making the boy turn his head. His stance relaxes as soon as he sees it's you, and he slides his wand back into his pocket.

"What are you doing out of bed?", he whispers back in the same tone as you walk next to him.

You shrug. "I couldn't sleep. Again. You?"

Harry looks at the ground, searching for the right words. You grab his wrist as a sign he can tell you.

"Barty Crouch is killed. I found him in the forest while walking with Hagrid, Ron, and Hermione. Turns out, Crouch's son was a Death Eater and responsible for torturing Neville's parents."

You hold a hand over your mouth in shock. "Oh, poor Neville. Does he know?"

"No. At least - I don't think so."

You frown. It was never a question of why you felt remorse for the boy. It was your mother after all that tortured the Longbottoms to the point that they are now. And, in your opinion, it's far crueller to leave a boy behind with parents that don't remember him than to leave behind an orphan.

As the two of you pass a hallway filled with portraits, arguing voices cut through the silence of the night before a door flies open and reveals Professor Snape and Professor Karkaroff ─ who has his sleeve pulled up and revealed his dark mark, which slowly grows more intense.

"It's a sign, Severus. You know what it means as well as I."

Karkaroff snaps his head towards the two of you and angrily storms off, sneering.

Giving each other a wide-eyed look, the both of you decide it's for the best to just continue walking. But Snape has other ideas.

"Potter! Black! What is your hurry?"

You sigh and turn around, not daring to look at Snape's harsh glare.

But the Professor's attention is focused on the boy next to you. "Congratulations. Your performance in the Black Lake was inspiring. Gillyweed, am I correct?"

"Yes sir."

"Ingenious. Run along, Black, you mustn't be caught roaming the halls after curfew."

You nod, giving Harry a sorry look before you get house points deducted for whatever Snape is irritated with.

As you round the corner, you know what you have to do. There is no denying that something is going to happen, with the Dark Mark on Karkaroff's arm and the uneasy feeling in your bones. You have to go to Dumbledore. To at least report to him, as you promised.

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[forcebewitht]

Can I request the Yandere tweels x reader? I just can’t get enough of those two

The Sharks And The Minnow (Yanderes!Jade Leech and Floyd Leech x MC!Reader)

(TW: Stalking, mentions of blood, obsessive behavior, mention of drugging, forced kiss)

...You could no longer process how long you had been running for. Ace, Deuce, and Grim had all quite promptly been knocked out by your two pursuers....your two admirers. Ever since you had arrived that fateful day, they had been watching you- of course, they keep tabs on every little new fish that enters the walls of Night Raven College. However, you were....different in every way. Originally, it was merely another task to complete for their benevolent dorm leader, Azul- keep an eye on you and see whatever could arise that would prompt you into a deal.

It did not take long for this to twist into something new....something completely different altogether.

Your every habit, your manner of speaking, even the means in which you cared for yourself and/or others was all taken into account. Every moment, one was there, and the other was not far behind. Those eerie, seemingly bioluminescent eyes and forms always watching- always following. One would grin, the other would smirk. Two sharks, forever following their new favorite little minnow in the sea.

As you hide behind a profoundly sized tree, nearly upon the steps to Ramshackle- you heard it. Well, them. Their voices. Calling to you. Always behind, yet seemingly a few steps ahead of you in your thought patterns.

"Heeerrreeeee, fishy fishy fishy, ehehehehe~! C'mooooonnnn, shrimpppyyyy~! We won't bite you too hard, okay? I just wanna squeeze you real tight and never let go!"

Floyd, as usual, was the first to speak, his wild mannerisms and obsessive behavior always rolling off of his tongue in waves. You could practically hear his sick, manically twisted grin as he spoke.

"Ahehehe~ come along now, (Y/N), I am most certain we are all aware of the fact that....you cannot run from us for much longer, yes?"

Jade was next. The calm, collected composure in which he always carried himself and spoke in was as worrying as his sporadic twin. You too, could hear the smirk in his voice- confident, slightly cocky in an imposing yet subtle manner.

Your head turned away from their voices, not wishing to think too drastically about how close they currently were to you- all you had to do was get to that front door, get in, slam it shut, and get the ghosts of Ramshackle to make sure all the windows were locked, and call Crowley- Crowley? What would he even do, in the situation-

You heard a twig snap directly beside you.

"Oh? What have we here? Did our little minnow get too caught up in their own thoughts to properly plan~?"

You barely registered Jade's voice before you took off in a sudden bolt, desperately trying to reach your door and get to safety-

"Yaaaaayyyy~! Eehehehehe~! I wiiinnnnn the tag game!"

Floyd was far too quick- he had already linked his arms around your waist and hauled you off of your feet, carrying you back to his twin as though you were a mere parcel. He sighed, lovingly nuzzling your neck and inhaling your scent- that is, until he grew bored of this- and sunk his sharp teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. A cry of utter pain slipped free from your lips as you were bucking wildly, desperately craving your freedom. The blood from your wound stained his teeth, which you soon saw reflected in the light of the grand moon above your heads in his smile- the sole witness to your plight.

"That you did, Floyd, as usual. Good job. Now, as for you- we cannot have you making too many more sounds, can we~?"

Jade was quick to step up, caressing your chin with a gloved hand for but a moment before it was fiercely grabbed. You noticed something was covering his lips- some sort of liquid? Your eyes widened as you struggled to escape the grip that Floyd had you in currently, Jade bringing his face dangerously close to yours. You could see the slight madness in his eyes, a predator satisfied with the catching of his ideal prey with his twin. Some fingers were trailed under your lips, and the next thing you knew, Jade's lips were upon yours. You muffled out a cry, and Floyd giggled at the sounds, his own lips finding your neck.

The second Jade pulled back, you found yourself slowly entering a dazed state. You were slipping free from consciousness, your sight beginning to dull you- whatever Jade had used, it was incredibly strong. You barely could register Floyd hauling you over his shoulder in victory as they laughed in unison at their catch, now walking back to the deepest recedes of their dorm with their beloved minnow......

(Hey hey, my dear Readers! Sorry I've been out of it for so long- lots has been happening behind the scenes 😭 I'm going to try to get to these asks whenever I have breaks! Thanks for the read, and I hope you all enjoyed this! ✨💕)

[gayferrari]

feel like fia banned something on red bull and it was kept under the rug, because the loss of performance so quick is not normal

Imo they're doing this to make the title fight possible, by nerfing red bull and turning a blind eye to mclaren wings

I think they saw that even with mclaren becoming the fastest car, they would still have no chances against max in red bull so they nerfed the car. Maybe the brake thing idk. There was a lot of talk about that and suddenly not anymore. We never found out which teams were using it.

Ok, so. Standard disclaimer that I'm not an engineer. However. 1) if the FIA had banned something it would be a matter of public record. It would not be shouted from the rooftops with a megaphone because these things are kept quiet, but it would be on record and more importantly 2) if RBR felt they had been unfairly penalised they would throw a whole massive shit fit. We would hear of it.

More broadly, talking about Red Bull's loss of performance this year: I don't actually think there's anything fishy about it at all. It's a combination of various factors.

Other teams catching up. RBR were that good last year because literally every other team has been struggling since the new regs have been introduced. They were doing very well to begin with, but the rest of the field was doing abysmal. Other teams have since stepped up, which makes the field way more competitive at the top

Some issues in development. Reportedly, RBR have hit the ceiling of the performance they are able to extract from the car (given regs & the directions they have developed the car in) and are now in the phase where you start fiddling frantically with what you have hoping to squeeze some drops of performance from somewhere. This can backfire — see how a single update in Barcelona nerfed the Ferrari for months.

Relatedly! These cars appear to be very finicky and temperamental. Just small set-up differences make a lot of difference. If you don't nail it, you risk going backwards instead of improving on your current set-up. Look at how hit and miss Ferrari and Mercedes have been this season despite going broadly in an upwards direction. Development can be very hit-and-miss.

Lack of wind tunnel time and/or bad wind tunnel data. I don't have a source at hand and I wouldn't bet money on this but: I'm reasonably sure it came out recently that the models RBR have been using for their wind tunnel simulations don't actually have a strong correlation with track data. This contributed to going in a less-than-optimal direction development-wise

Max masking some issues out of sheer ability. Again, current gen cars are very temperamental, but Max is a very adaptable driver; it's not the first time that his skills mask the fact that car development is going in a direction of sacrificing driveability for performance until it just becomes undrivable. See this essay by @vro0m with some examples re: 2020 season.

Finally, some brain drain. I'm very much team "Newey is just one person", but he's not the only highly intelligent person that has left the team. (My friend with a bike tells me the poaching attempts are going strong.) I doubt this plays as huge of a part as some people seem to think but it's a small factor.

ALL OF THIS contributed to what's objectively a small but significant drop in performance. But because we are talking about a top F1 team, where the difference is made in the margin and tenths of seconds and the other top teams are currently at risk of catching up, relatively they've had a big drop compared to the rest of the field (who are going up).

As far as I know, the asymmetrical braking reg was all but confirmed to be targeted at Red Bull, but it doesn't mean the FIA arbitrarily nerfed Red Bull just because. It means that RBR were using a regulation grey area to patch up an issue they'd discovered, and regulations were tightened so they had to find a different workaround. Mclaren front wings (which Mercedes are also using) have been declared okay, so you can bet at least RBR and Ferrari will have them by COTA. The flappy rear wing is another issue and we'll see how they rule on it.

tldr: I don't believe the governing organisation for an engineering competition would decide arbitrarily to nerf the engineering side of the sport because it's the only way Lando can beat Max. It's just that a series of small issues all snowballed at once and became a big problem.

tldr #2: if I made major engineering bundles etc feel free to correct me I am but a non-stem tumblrina who reads articles written by actual engineers

[littlehypnone]

ive rewritten one of my older ficlets about rain getting moiblity aids as a part of a commission for @everybodyshusband. it's in the middle of it, so if you want to read the whole thing, start here

She knew she would become even clumsier with them. She will need even more help from others; she will certainly end up being a huge burden. She already is a huge burden! They are definitely judging her all the time, they must hate her.

Maybe she is just pretending?

Yeah, she definitely doesn’t need mobility aids, it isn’t that bad, really, it–

“Princess?” Rain flinches hearing Swiss’ voice as he rounds the corner. He will laugh at her and– “Hey, hey, guppy, what’s wrong?”

“Swissy, ‘s ogay, go away,” she mumbles, now fully sobbing, as she curls in on herself and kicks the crutches away.

“I can see it’s not okay,” Swiss sighs. “Can I sit next to you?”

Rain nods shakily. The pout on her face and the sadness in her eyes makes the multi ghoul’s heart ache. 

The multi ghoul sits on the stone step next to her. He already linked Rain’s little breakdown to the crutches. “Overwhelm you a bit, don’t they?”

Another whimper, followed by a nod, “Scary an’–and i’s hard.”

“Oh, I bet it is,” Swiss chuckles. “Would you like a hug?”

Instead of answering verbally Rain throws herself at Swiss, hiding her teary face in the multi ghoul’s chest. He kicks up his body temperature a notch and wraps his arms around her, whispering quiet reassurances. “It’s okay, princess.”

He lets her cry it out and after a while the water ghoulette’s breathing calms a little and her tears slow down. Swiss speaks again, then, “Do you wanna tell me what’s so scary and hard about them, guppy?”

“‘s…‘s jus’ dat I don’ wanna need helb,” Rain mutters into his chest. “An’ they make me clumsy.”

“You don’t wanna need help from these things or from us?”

“You, b’cause i’s annoyin’ and ‘m already a lot an–” she starts to babble, tears returning now that she is voicing all of her bad thoughts.

“Hey, hey, none of that, princess!” Swiss chuckles, squeezing Rain a bit tighter. “You are not annoying and not a burden, never. We love you, all of us, always, and we love taking care of you. Do you think Ifrit minds having to warm up Zephyr so often? Or that Mountain has a problem with having to create his weird special teas for them?”

“N–no…they love Zepf,” Rain admits.

“Exactly! And we love you, so I don’t see any problems.”

“B–but–”

“No buts, princess,” Swiss stops her again. It is overwhelming, he understands that, but this is a topic for a conversation with big Rain. This little creature, that Swiss has currently a lapful of, needs to just be taken out of her head. “Anyway, I’ve got an idea.”

Rain hums in question. “You’ve got those purple ones for when you’re little—I love that color, by the way—but I still think they're a bit too boring for you. What do you say about stickers?”

“Stickers?” she perks up right away. She loves stickers!

“Yeah! We can get you some fishy stickers, would you like that?”

“Yes, Swissy, please! Can we, uhm…can we get a shark?” Rain brightens up, her eyes still wet but not as sad as a moment ago. Swiss is a master of distractions.

“Of course we can! Let’s go to my room and look for some on my laptop, what do you say?” The water ghoulette nods. “And when you’re big again we’ll ask Zephyr to teach you how to walk with the crutches properly so you don’t fall again, would that be okay?”

Rain nods again and Swiss goes to pick her up. He looks at the crutches laying on the floor and thinks about grabbing them, too, but he decides against it, wanting to prioritize Rain and get her mind off of the mobility aids situation. He—or someone else—will get them later.

Rain is always very cuddly when little, so it is no surprise she snuggles up against Swiss and kicks up a quiet purr. The multi ghoul gets them to his room and leaves the water ghoulette on his bed to fetch his laptop.

Once he gets it he settles by the headboard with Rain in his lap, ready to look up different online stores with a variety of stickers of all kinds. She is even excited now; wanting to get her hands on them and stick them on her new crutches; even if they still scare her.

But they will definitely be less scary all covered in fish.

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